DOZ Issue 32 June 2018 - Page 36

He took one look at it, shook his head, and handed it back to me. “Feigning pregnancy will not save our marriage. It’s over for me.” My heart sank. For five years I had patiently waited for the day I would tell Gbenro I was pregnant, and now that day had finally come, but his reaction to the news was certainly not what I expected. I thanked him for his time, put the papers back in my bag, and went home. From the moment I stepped into the house, I began to make plans for my baby. I decided I would use the room next to mine and Gbenro’s as a nursery, and I sat down all day with a paper and pen, making a list of all the things I wanted to get before the baby was born. I was really excited and not even Gbenro’s lack of enthusiasm could dampen my spirits. I was happy, and I was grateful to God, for after five years of waiting I was about to have my own baby. Oh, I couldn’t wait. It didn’t matter to me whether it was a boy or girl. Whichever God chose to give me, I would forever be grateful for. Over and over again, I stood before the mirror and looked at my stomach. Was there really a baby growing in there or was it just the doctor’s imagination? At that point it occurred to me to go to my own doctor for a test and see what the result would be, and so the next day I was off to Ikoyi to see my doctor. This time I was in a good mood and when he asked after Gbenro, I replied with a lot of enthusiasm that he was great and everything was wonderful at our end. I showed him the test results from the other clinic and told him I wanted him to run another test. He obliged, and the result was the same. I was indeed pregnant. I got up and danced without any music. Dr. William knew my history so my reaction did not surprise him at all. Instead he laughed and congratulated me and got one of the nurses to register me straight away for antenatal classes. When I got home, I decided to call my parents and tell them the good news. They were thrilled because for five years they had joined us in fasting and praying for this miracle child. My father mentioned that Gbenro must be on top of the world, and I replied that he was. Obviously, they knew nothing about the recent happenings in my marriage and I wanted to keep it that way. « 36 DOZ Magazine June 2018 God was already answering my prayers, wasn’t He? Why then should I use my mouth to destroy what He was doing? So far Gbenro had been unable to throw me out of my home and bring Ronke in. Also, the child he was expecting from Ronke had been rooted up because it wasn’t God’s planting in my marriage, and as if that wasn’t enough, God had chosen this period to give me my own child, a child I had asked for, for five years. Truly God was working in my favour, and I had no doubt in my heart that in a little while Gbenro would leave Ronke and return home to me. After all, I was his legal wife; the child he desperately wanted was no longer with Ronke and was now with me, and most of all, I was a child of God, favoured by God. I refused to be troubled because the enemy was only engaging in a lost battle. From that point I began to pray every night and ask God to create confusion between Gbenro and Ronke. I decreed over and over again that only what God joined together was not to be put asunder, but that which He did not join together must be put asunder. And as I continued to pray, the following week Gbenro moved back home, though he still slept in the spare room. That did not matter, he was home, we were under the same roof once again, and I was grateful to God. Meanwhile, I was in a different world entirely. Every day I went out, I bought something for my baby even though I knew when the time came I would travel abroad to have my baby and do my shopping, but I was so excited that I couldn’t resist. In the evenings, I sat before the computer in the study, checking various online shops for the latest baby items. I was really excited and couldn’t wait for the time when my little bundle of joy would arrive. Then my doctor sent me for an ultrasound scan, and believe it or not, the scan revealed that I was carrying two babies. Yes, not one baby but two babies! It was a moment of joy for me. I broke down and wept uncontrollably, and as I wept, I praised God and gave Him thanks for His faithfulness. It took all of my will power and the grace of God not to go rushing into Gbenro’s office with the good news. I decided to wait until evening when he returned home and decided to make the event special. I made his favourite meal, had the table